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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The dog food dilemna

Being a parent has changed me. Some in profound, 'I don't know what I did before I had these two amazing kids in my life' ways. Some in small, 'I don't remember what it's like to brush my teeth alone' ways.

I am more patient, then less patient. Happier, then sadder. I frequently wash my hair with only one hand (while the other hand is holding the shower door shut while Sam bangs on it, screaming at the top of her lungs). I eat hot dogs a LOT more regularly than I'd like. I drink less beer, rarely wear high heels, and haven't seen a movie in a theatre in I don't know how long.

We now have two kinds of milk in the fridge. Sippy cups fill my dishwasher. I know what it's like to step in pee.

It's funny how many things have changed and without giving it some serious thought don't even realize we changed those things because of the kids.

For instance, this weekend we bought dog food. Addi picked out a fun looking kind that had various colors of dog bones and shapes in it, and Jay vetoed it because of all of the food coloring. He reminded me that this brand stains our carpet, and I nodded, vaguely remembering something about that.

Fast forward to this morning. Me, chasing Addi around the kitchen, trying to brush her hair. Sam, quietly munching away on dog food. As I told her no, she crawled away, drooling dog food juice all over her as she went.

And then I remembered. THAT'S why we switched dog food in the first place! Addi also routinely got a hankering for dog kibble and drooled food coloring all over our carpet. And then stained said carpet a lovely pink color.

So THAT'S why we changed brands.

Oh, the things I forget. Which, I think, is a lovely, clueless way to live.